Floral Snow Fall

Running around the Central Park Reservoir this evening, I noticed the stunning cherry blossoms in full bloom. Like delicate pompoms in shades of white, pink, and deeper pink, the clusters of flowers with their smooth, silky small petals decorated the trees' contrasting dark, thick and cracked bark.

A strong breeze burst across the scene. The cherry tree branches waved, and petals began to fall. Like snowflakes, each one of the hundreds in motion found its own way to the ground, in its own dance of drifting, twirling, fluttering, and spinning, a collective ballet of pearly pastel petals, like tiny ballerinas in pink slippers.  

Enchanted by the beauty, I also felt a tinge of melancholy. Time was passing. With each petal dropping the flowers were slowly fading. Beauty and death, hand in hand.

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Blossoming cherry-
gentle breeze wafted away
a pink cloud
--Marinko Kovačević

Cherry blossoms
the old woman’s appearance
as a young girl
--Dietmar Tauchner

 My heart too
is floating through the air –  
cherry blossoms
--Paul Smith

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